The multicolored butterfly had to swiftly leave the cave dwelling's gate before each streak of azure light vanished.
Otherwise, the instant the azure light disappeared might be when the cave dwelling's restrictions were triggered.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, please be patient. Fellow Daoist Yang's skill in formations is formidable. I believe she should have no problem."
Song Rongdao glanced at the cultivator surnamed Yan, feeling that he was far too anxious.
The young man surnamed Bai showed no reaction at all, still staring blankly ahead.
Within the passage behind the plaza, Xing Ming and the other three had already concealed themselves in a corner, watching the events unfold in the plaza.
Earlier, after Xuan Caijun had entered first to investigate, he too had traveled unimpeded all the way to the other end of the passage.
He then saw the four people in the plaza. Three stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, while a female cultivator sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in each hand.
He did not continue sneaking forward. Instead, after retreating a considerable distance, he quietly set up a small concealment formation.
After waiting for some time and confirming that the four people in the plaza had noticed nothing, he sent a voice transmission for Xing Ming and the others to come over.
"The compass in that female formation master's hands is anything but ordinary, and her attainments in formations far surpass mine!"
Xing Ming was a master artificer. Any master artificer also had to be well versed in formations; otherwise, there was no way to inscribe formations into spirit artifacts and magic treasures.
Even with Xing Ming's discerning eye, he could not tell what method the female cultivator surnamed Yang was using.
He could only see that the restriction-breaking technique she used was likely an ancient